[vocals: Deep, guttural single male lead (Talon), male group shouts layered in chorus] [instructions: Talon’s lines must be delivered as a single, booming male voice — chest-deep, commanding, and dominant. The group chants should sound like many men together, heavy and rhythmic. Female chants are raw, percussive, and layered in response.] [opening: Crowd of men chanting, drums pounding slow, heavy rhythm] Talon! Talon! Talon! Talon! Talon! Hey! Talon! Talon! Oh! (drums rise, cheers swelling) [intro: Low drums, droning viola, distant crowd noise swelling, Single booming male voice] Hah! Bring meat! Bring ale! Talon speaks! [verse 1: Percussive, guttural boasting, Single booming male voice] The Fresnians pay my weight in gold, Yet I am poor— Because I am a river to my people! Twenty-four men have I slain, Eight without a weapon. I take their horses, I take their slaves! [chorus: Crowd joins in chanting, pounding drums, female chant layers] Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! Strongest hand! Strongest hand! Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! He takes, he keeps, he gives, he feasts! [verse 2: More brutal boasts, darker tone, Single booming male voice] I wear the scars of many raids. I drink the blood, I break the shields. My chest is iron, my hands are stone. No man can stand, when Talon comes. [chorus: Louder, heavier, triumphant chant] Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! Strongest hand! Strongest hand! Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! He takes, he keeps, he gives, he feasts! [bridge: Drums strip down, guttural voice commanding silence, Single booming male voice] I do not beg. I do not bow. I do not take a 'wage' I take what is honorable I can take the world. It will kneel to me! (drums explode back in) [chorus: Full force, crowd and chants overwhelming] Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! Strongest hand! Strongest hand! Talon! Talon! Boar-chief! Boar-chief! He takes, he keeps, he gives, he feasts! [outro: Drums fade, droning viola holds last note, Talon’s voice alone, Single booming male voice] Meat in my hand, Gold at my feet, But I am poor— Because I give to my people. (laughing roar, crowd fades)
